My name is Jefferson Anders. I'm a Sex Therapist living in the Washington D.C. Area. Anyone looking at me would see a tall, good-looking black man in his early forties. I'm a graduate of the Mount Washington Institute of Technology. Ah, my college days were fun. For years, I operated in the Boston area, in the state of Massachusetts, but I just had to come b...
One night, my friends and I decided to go to a night club for some drinks and dancing. I wore a tight tank top, fire engine red, which showed of my full breasts, not too large yet not too small and a black silk mini skirt which flared out just below my ass. On my perfect size six feet I wore shiny black heals, the one's worn by strippers and models. And for...
Every seat in The Hen House (a small arena located in Las Vegas, Nevada) had sold for that week's edition of Alpha Male Pro Wrestling (AMPW). As usual, all 300 of the women in attendance were dressed in all sorts of sexy and revealing clothing. They began to cheer loudly when the female ring announcer stepped into the ring and began the introductions for the...
A note from the author: As someone who thinks about erotica for a large portion of his waking day, my biggest complaint on the subject is that in a lot of short stories the characters rarely earn the fuck the author describes in blow-by-blow detail. I'm all for anal fisting in the dirtiest bathroom in Scotland, I just want to feel some connection with the c...
1 It was near past midnight. The sky was adorned with a million twinkling stars, and a full, summer moon lit up the muggy, southern night. The sound of crickets chirping, and bullfrogs croaking, was almost deafening. And, it was in a welcoming meadow, not far from the trailer park, where Earl-Ray waited, patiently for his cousin, Emmy-Sue. He was pushing f...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Becky Lynch or Sasha Banks or any other former or current WWE diva. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Sasha Banks was on top of the world as she walked through the latest arena she was gracing her presence with. She was the NXT women's champion, and more importantly the...
To all my sci fi readers, thank you for your emails of encouragement regarding this story. I hope that you will enjoy Chapter 2 as much as you did Chapter 1. ====================== Zhartha was busy navigating through the dense atmosphere of the planet that he had chosen to perform the necessary experiments. Its atmosphere was poisonous to him as well as th...
In the late seventies and early eighties I lived in what I called the freak capital of the world. The freak capital was, in my opinion, the triangle between Baltimore, MD., Washington, D.C. and Annapolis, MD. Let us get something straight. Freak was a street term, in my crowd, for women who enjoyed the shit out of sex and their sexuality. Freak was not a c...
I can't believe it. I've been Sarah's roommate for 6 months and never, for one moment, suspected anything different about her. She is the prettiest, sexiest, well-built girl in our dorm. Some things were a little strange with her now that I think about it. Like she always wears skirts, never jeans or slacks. I just thought she liked to show off her long, ta...
A lot of people think fat chicks like myself are sexually repressed angels. We're not saints. Fat chicks are sexually aggressive! And quite often we're the biggest sluts around. Literally and figuratively. Getting my tight asshole filled with cock, all day and every fucking day , that's this big white woman's dream. And it's got to be black for it to feel ri...